| Karen Vogt | |
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In February of 2002, at the age of 30, I was diagnosed with invasive cervical cancer. At my annual check-up in December, my Doctor had praised me for my eating and exercise habits, so it was a huge shock to receive that letter just a few weeks later. I had been on vacation with my daughter when my test results came back, thinking I had absolutely no reason to be concerned about the results. |
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In February, I had surgery to remove these suspicious cells. It wasn’t until two weeks after surgery that I found out that it was actually carcinoma, and that it was extremely invasive and rapidly spreading.
I will never forget that day. Sitting in my Doctor’s office, hearing his words and seeing the lab reports. He carefully explained to me how the surgery had gone and how the infected tissue was much more extensive than he had estimated. I was told that because of the amount of cervix that had to be removed, I no longer had enough of a cervix to carry a baby beyond the first trimester, and that I needed to have a hysterectomy. My ability to have more children was gone, without warning. I was not at all prepared for this type of news. Here I was 30 years old, I had been divorced for almost ten years, and I was raising my daughter alone. I had always wanted more children, but my career had kept me too busy to make that a priority. I felt completely numb and alone. |
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